First Time Tied up by a Real Person M/MM
Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2021 6:10 pm
This happened to me when I was a teenager back in the mid 1980’s. I was tall for my age, slim and with blond hair parted down the middle, as was a popular style back then. I had always been fascinated by seeing guys tied up and gagged since I can remember. I used to be mesmerised when some scene came on the television or in a movie, where some guy would be overpowered, tied up, gagged and kidnapped. I used to run over the various scenes that I had seen over the past and make up stories in my head, fantasising about the guy, helplessly bound, and gagged, and making up alternative endings for him.
I used to tie myself up in my bedroom when my parents were out. I would use old rope, school ties, even shiny thick gaffer tape that I got from my father’s shed. I used to like to wiggle about on my bed while tied up thinking about the scenes I had seen of the tied-up guys on the TV. Despite this, I was never really satisfied with tying myself up as I knew I could always escape, and there were no other people there to do the tying or watch me struggling. I really wanted someone to tie me up but had no idea how I could achieve this. I did not want to ask anyone I knew, as they would think I was a freak. And, back there, there were no smart phones to find some quick hook up.
As it happened, the first time I got tied up was, as still is, the best, giving me the biggest excitement and thrill. I was in secondary school at the time, and it was just before the summer holidays. I was a bit of a loner at school, but I was never bullied. However, there was one kid in my class that was always bullied by the other boy’s, nothing serious, just teasing, but they knew how to wind him up and upset him. I did not like the way they did that to him, and I stuck up for him one day, making them leave him alone. I did not know that due to that, the boy, Martin, would latch onto me and become my friend. It was a bit annoying for me, as I like to be alone, but I did give me someone to hang around with after school when I got bored. I would go to his house and play games on his computer (as I did not have a computer myself).
One day I got the idea that maybe I could get him to be the one to tie me up. I had no other person to ask, and I thought, as he was rather immature for his age and a bit dumb, that I could disguise it as just a fun, innocent game, two lads mucking about. I remembered that he at a less developed stage of growing up than me back then. I became aware of it when I was wearing a vest top at his house and playing on the computer, and he noticed I had hairs under my arms and make a comment about it. He asked if I had hairs on my lower area too, and I said yes. He seemed impressed and amazed by that. So, I knew he must not really be at the horny teenager stage like I was, and so he would not be likely to think that I might be getting off on it. So, I got to planning it, which took me several weeks before I was confident enough to put the plan into action. Here is the account of what happened....
It was Thursday late afternoon, after I had been at home from school a short while. I got the stuff ready that I had prepared and then, grabbing my BMX bike, I cycled around to Martin’s house. Thursday was the usual day I went around, as well as the weekends. I knew that, as usual, Martin’s mum would be out working at the travel agent shop in town that day, and his dad would be out at work at his office. We would have the house to ourselves for at least 2 hours before his dad got back. I chose the Thursday, as on the weekends his dad was usually at home, and his mum was off work on Saturdays I remember that on that day I was wearing a shiny white nylon Leeds United football shirt, tucked into my favourite pair of snug fitting, faded old Levi jeans, with a thick black leather belt. I had my trainers on and a pair of white sports socks.
He answered his front door when I rang the bell, inviting me in. We got some snacks form the fridge, and Martin made up a couple of drinks from his Soda Stream that he got for his birthday. We went into the living room to watch some TV, and that is when I put my well thought out plan into action. I unzipped my backpack and took out a VHS tape (yes it was that long ago). I had taken around a film from my house, in which there is a good scene of a guy who is tied up and gagged by a woman who is obsessed with him. It was actually called ‘A woman obsessed’. She drugs the poor guy and when he wakes up, he is tied down to a bed in her attic, and she gags him with a cloth and later his own belt as she tries to seduce him. I had made a copy of the movie, and I purposely ended the recording at the point in the movie where the man is yelling for help into his gag as he hears a policeman outside the house talking to the woman. He managed to get his gag off and yell for help, but at that moment the policeman bangs his police car door shut and drives off. The woman looks up to the attic window, hearing the man yelling for help, and rushes back into the house. Then the VHS recoding suddenly ended.
All the time this movie was playing I was laying on my stomach on the carpet in front of the TV. My dick was hard in my pants under me, and my heart was beating quickly out of excitement, both from watching the movie scene play out, and from wondering if my plan to get myself tied up would actually work.
As I expected when the video ended suddenly, the TV screen filling with static, Martin was annoyed and asked what was going on. I pretended I was annoyed too, saying that the tape must be faulty, ejecting it, and putting it back into the video player box a few times for effect. Martin was moaning that it was a waste of time and now we would not know the ending to the film. I said it did not really matter as I had already seen the movie at my house and so I could tell him what the ending was.
In the real film the guy, of course, escaped and the crazy lady get arrested, but I make up a different ending, especially for Martin. I said that the woman forced the tied up and gagged guy to have sex with her and then she takes him away, still tied up and gagged, in the boot of her car to hide him where no one can find him. Martin seemed interested and started asking more question about the film. I said it was a bad film as it was not realistic.
He seemed confused and asked what I meant. I told him the way the man had been tied up was not realistic at all, and that the guy could easily get free in real life if he was tied like that. It looked like Martin did not believe me, then he started to lose interest and say we could go up and play games on his computer. My plan was going off course!!! I quickly got it back on track by telling Martin that I bet I would easily be able to escape if someone tied me up. He was like, ‘yeh, right, no way’, and we started to play wrestle on the carpet. I told him that I really thought I could escape from being tied up with my hands behind my back, but Martin, dim as usual, did not seem to be taking the bait to offer to tie me up and see.
So, I then said, I bet you £5 that if you tied me up, I would be able to get free, no problem. My heart jumped with joy and excitement as he finally took the bait!!!! He agreed to the bet, but said he had nothing he could use to tie me up with. Now, I had thought about bringing stuff in my backpack to use, but I thought that would alert his suspicions and look weird. I mean, no one would just happen to be going around carrying rope or tape in their backpack just in case this occasion arose would they? But I had planned for this. I pretended to be thinking, then I told him he could use his school tie and some of his dad’s ties and belts. After a moment's hesitation Martin suddenly looked excited and I could see that he was getting into the idea of this new game. He told me to wait in the living room, and he ran up the stairs to get the things he needed.
I was so amazed and did not believe my luck that this was really going to happen. I was finally going to get tied up by a real person! My dick was still hard in my jeans, and I had been worried he would notice my excitement down there, but I had also planned for that. I was wearing my old pair of speedos under my jeans instead of my usual boxer shorts. They were very tight on me as I had grown since I first had then, and I had a new bigger pair at home. They were made from a shiny silky kind of fabric and were sky blue with a white strip down each side. As they were such a snug fit, they would hold my erection in position close to my body so it would not be making an embarrassing tent in the front of my jeans. I quickly put my hands in the front pockets of my Levi's and adjusted myself down there, so it was not noticeable, just in time, as Martin came back into the room. He was carrying several ties and belts which he threw down onto the sofa. With an excited grin on his face he said, ‘’So, you are going to owe me £5 mate’’.
He told me to stand still and hold out my hands in front of me, as he bent over and picked up on of the ties ready to tie my hands.
But this was not part of my plan, I wanted it to be more realistic, tie be tied up better than just with my hands in front of me. I told him to wait a minute, that I thought it would be more fun if we made this bet into a game, like he was a real kidnapper and he was kidnapping me for ransom. He looked interested and asked ‘how?’. I told him I would pretend to be the victim and walk down the hall like I was coming home. He could hide around the living room door, and when I came into the room he could jump out and overpower me, then tie me up. He like that idea, he always liked wrestling and play fighting so was up for that.
I told him to hide behind the living room door and get ready, as I walked out and waited by the back of the front door. I shouted out if he was ready to start, and he replied yes. I felt my entire body shaking with excitement as I slowly waked down the hall towards the living room. As I walked into the room, I forced myself to keep looking straight ahead, when suddenly, I was grabbed from behind by Martin! I played my part by struggling, and saying things like ‘hey what the hell, what’s going on, get off me, no’’ etc. He replied with things like, ‘’shut up, get down, I got you now’’ etc. He wrestled me to the floor and was on top of my back as I wiggled around under his weight. He gave me a few play punches to the body and pinned me down, telling me to stop struggling.
I played the victim, asking him what he wanted, what was he going to do, and please don’t hurt me. He seemed a bit stuck on what his next move should be, so I helped him out by putting my hands behind my back and saying, ‘’no don’t tie me up, please’’. That spurred him on. He had the tie in his pocket and pulled it out. He used it to tie my hands behind my back. The first couple of times it was too loose, so my hands came free, but the third time it was tighter.
To Be Continued......
I used to tie myself up in my bedroom when my parents were out. I would use old rope, school ties, even shiny thick gaffer tape that I got from my father’s shed. I used to like to wiggle about on my bed while tied up thinking about the scenes I had seen of the tied-up guys on the TV. Despite this, I was never really satisfied with tying myself up as I knew I could always escape, and there were no other people there to do the tying or watch me struggling. I really wanted someone to tie me up but had no idea how I could achieve this. I did not want to ask anyone I knew, as they would think I was a freak. And, back there, there were no smart phones to find some quick hook up.
As it happened, the first time I got tied up was, as still is, the best, giving me the biggest excitement and thrill. I was in secondary school at the time, and it was just before the summer holidays. I was a bit of a loner at school, but I was never bullied. However, there was one kid in my class that was always bullied by the other boy’s, nothing serious, just teasing, but they knew how to wind him up and upset him. I did not like the way they did that to him, and I stuck up for him one day, making them leave him alone. I did not know that due to that, the boy, Martin, would latch onto me and become my friend. It was a bit annoying for me, as I like to be alone, but I did give me someone to hang around with after school when I got bored. I would go to his house and play games on his computer (as I did not have a computer myself).
One day I got the idea that maybe I could get him to be the one to tie me up. I had no other person to ask, and I thought, as he was rather immature for his age and a bit dumb, that I could disguise it as just a fun, innocent game, two lads mucking about. I remembered that he at a less developed stage of growing up than me back then. I became aware of it when I was wearing a vest top at his house and playing on the computer, and he noticed I had hairs under my arms and make a comment about it. He asked if I had hairs on my lower area too, and I said yes. He seemed impressed and amazed by that. So, I knew he must not really be at the horny teenager stage like I was, and so he would not be likely to think that I might be getting off on it. So, I got to planning it, which took me several weeks before I was confident enough to put the plan into action. Here is the account of what happened....
It was Thursday late afternoon, after I had been at home from school a short while. I got the stuff ready that I had prepared and then, grabbing my BMX bike, I cycled around to Martin’s house. Thursday was the usual day I went around, as well as the weekends. I knew that, as usual, Martin’s mum would be out working at the travel agent shop in town that day, and his dad would be out at work at his office. We would have the house to ourselves for at least 2 hours before his dad got back. I chose the Thursday, as on the weekends his dad was usually at home, and his mum was off work on Saturdays I remember that on that day I was wearing a shiny white nylon Leeds United football shirt, tucked into my favourite pair of snug fitting, faded old Levi jeans, with a thick black leather belt. I had my trainers on and a pair of white sports socks.
He answered his front door when I rang the bell, inviting me in. We got some snacks form the fridge, and Martin made up a couple of drinks from his Soda Stream that he got for his birthday. We went into the living room to watch some TV, and that is when I put my well thought out plan into action. I unzipped my backpack and took out a VHS tape (yes it was that long ago). I had taken around a film from my house, in which there is a good scene of a guy who is tied up and gagged by a woman who is obsessed with him. It was actually called ‘A woman obsessed’. She drugs the poor guy and when he wakes up, he is tied down to a bed in her attic, and she gags him with a cloth and later his own belt as she tries to seduce him. I had made a copy of the movie, and I purposely ended the recording at the point in the movie where the man is yelling for help into his gag as he hears a policeman outside the house talking to the woman. He managed to get his gag off and yell for help, but at that moment the policeman bangs his police car door shut and drives off. The woman looks up to the attic window, hearing the man yelling for help, and rushes back into the house. Then the VHS recoding suddenly ended.
All the time this movie was playing I was laying on my stomach on the carpet in front of the TV. My dick was hard in my pants under me, and my heart was beating quickly out of excitement, both from watching the movie scene play out, and from wondering if my plan to get myself tied up would actually work.
As I expected when the video ended suddenly, the TV screen filling with static, Martin was annoyed and asked what was going on. I pretended I was annoyed too, saying that the tape must be faulty, ejecting it, and putting it back into the video player box a few times for effect. Martin was moaning that it was a waste of time and now we would not know the ending to the film. I said it did not really matter as I had already seen the movie at my house and so I could tell him what the ending was.
In the real film the guy, of course, escaped and the crazy lady get arrested, but I make up a different ending, especially for Martin. I said that the woman forced the tied up and gagged guy to have sex with her and then she takes him away, still tied up and gagged, in the boot of her car to hide him where no one can find him. Martin seemed interested and started asking more question about the film. I said it was a bad film as it was not realistic.
He seemed confused and asked what I meant. I told him the way the man had been tied up was not realistic at all, and that the guy could easily get free in real life if he was tied like that. It looked like Martin did not believe me, then he started to lose interest and say we could go up and play games on his computer. My plan was going off course!!! I quickly got it back on track by telling Martin that I bet I would easily be able to escape if someone tied me up. He was like, ‘yeh, right, no way’, and we started to play wrestle on the carpet. I told him that I really thought I could escape from being tied up with my hands behind my back, but Martin, dim as usual, did not seem to be taking the bait to offer to tie me up and see.
So, I then said, I bet you £5 that if you tied me up, I would be able to get free, no problem. My heart jumped with joy and excitement as he finally took the bait!!!! He agreed to the bet, but said he had nothing he could use to tie me up with. Now, I had thought about bringing stuff in my backpack to use, but I thought that would alert his suspicions and look weird. I mean, no one would just happen to be going around carrying rope or tape in their backpack just in case this occasion arose would they? But I had planned for this. I pretended to be thinking, then I told him he could use his school tie and some of his dad’s ties and belts. After a moment's hesitation Martin suddenly looked excited and I could see that he was getting into the idea of this new game. He told me to wait in the living room, and he ran up the stairs to get the things he needed.
I was so amazed and did not believe my luck that this was really going to happen. I was finally going to get tied up by a real person! My dick was still hard in my jeans, and I had been worried he would notice my excitement down there, but I had also planned for that. I was wearing my old pair of speedos under my jeans instead of my usual boxer shorts. They were very tight on me as I had grown since I first had then, and I had a new bigger pair at home. They were made from a shiny silky kind of fabric and were sky blue with a white strip down each side. As they were such a snug fit, they would hold my erection in position close to my body so it would not be making an embarrassing tent in the front of my jeans. I quickly put my hands in the front pockets of my Levi's and adjusted myself down there, so it was not noticeable, just in time, as Martin came back into the room. He was carrying several ties and belts which he threw down onto the sofa. With an excited grin on his face he said, ‘’So, you are going to owe me £5 mate’’.
He told me to stand still and hold out my hands in front of me, as he bent over and picked up on of the ties ready to tie my hands.
But this was not part of my plan, I wanted it to be more realistic, tie be tied up better than just with my hands in front of me. I told him to wait a minute, that I thought it would be more fun if we made this bet into a game, like he was a real kidnapper and he was kidnapping me for ransom. He looked interested and asked ‘how?’. I told him I would pretend to be the victim and walk down the hall like I was coming home. He could hide around the living room door, and when I came into the room he could jump out and overpower me, then tie me up. He like that idea, he always liked wrestling and play fighting so was up for that.
I told him to hide behind the living room door and get ready, as I walked out and waited by the back of the front door. I shouted out if he was ready to start, and he replied yes. I felt my entire body shaking with excitement as I slowly waked down the hall towards the living room. As I walked into the room, I forced myself to keep looking straight ahead, when suddenly, I was grabbed from behind by Martin! I played my part by struggling, and saying things like ‘hey what the hell, what’s going on, get off me, no’’ etc. He replied with things like, ‘’shut up, get down, I got you now’’ etc. He wrestled me to the floor and was on top of my back as I wiggled around under his weight. He gave me a few play punches to the body and pinned me down, telling me to stop struggling.
I played the victim, asking him what he wanted, what was he going to do, and please don’t hurt me. He seemed a bit stuck on what his next move should be, so I helped him out by putting my hands behind my back and saying, ‘’no don’t tie me up, please’’. That spurred him on. He had the tie in his pocket and pulled it out. He used it to tie my hands behind my back. The first couple of times it was too loose, so my hands came free, but the third time it was tighter.
To Be Continued......